Dark Embrace

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sleeps, entranced by darkness' sway, Her form, a canvas of serene delight, Adorned with lace, and darkness' subtle might. The creature's grasp, a symbol of her fate, A balance between light and endless night, Her eyes closed, as if in peaceful rest, Yet, in its darkness, a tale is nestled. The architecture, a Gothic, eerie frame, Echoes the mystique, the enigma, and the claim, Of a world where myth and reality entwine, And the line between dreams and darkness is divine. In this embrace, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world's prying, judgmental breast, A place where she can be, wild and free, And in the darkness, find her destiny.